The line, oh, it's drawn, in black paint

So, let's bring everyone up to speed, because I just need to talk about it. On June 29th, we had a Mary Kay party at our home at 9am. Just me and a couple of the neighbors plus the MK rep. We had all been at a wine tasting the night before, so we were just hanging out. All the kids, about 8 of them, were playing together. At 1pm, the MK rep dropped off all the orders from the morning as she was leaving town. I took two of the orders to my next door neighbors, one which is right next to me which I just left inside the door, and the other directly behind us, which I spoke to for about 10 minutes, re: the poop incident. The kids were playing outside and then ventured in as I was over there.

The next day the kids had their first swim meet. This was Psycho Mom's weekend and had agreed to take two weekends in a row and come to VA for the meet so that our weekends would be back on schedule and all the kids would be together for the summer. She arrived at the meet late and took them to her hotel. By all accounts they had a great time, even leaving a message for Mr. M the evening of June 30th about going to the racetrack and how awesome it was. We met on Sunday July 1st in the parking lot of Target to get the boys back. Psycho Mom said nothing to us during the exchange. The next day we get a message about me "never" leaving the kids alone locked in the house, my GOD, they could start a fire or "stab each other to death." Psycho Mom being Psycho, we ignored it. First of all, my kids have no access to anything to start a fire, and second, who the fuck thinks their kids are going to stab each other? She is fucked in the head.

By Tuesday she is livid we are ignoring her. Sucks to be alone I guess. She starts sending threatening voice mails and e-mails saying she "can't afford" to get the kids this weekend and she'll take the next one, and if we don't agree she'll file contempt charges. Um yea, IGNORE! So then she sends an e-mail saying if we continue to ignore her, she will "start filing petitions and call CPS." Um, whatever, IGNORE. Wednesday we celebrate the 4th of July with a large cookout in the backyard with all the neighbors. Burgers, dogs, watermelon, and let me be very detailed here, FOUR KINDS OF ICE CREAM. This is important for later.

On Friday, there is a knock at the door. It's someone from CPS. She has a complaint against MEEEEEE saying I left the kids home alone for an hour while I was making deliveries on Friday. They were LOCKED INTO THE HOUSE during this time (um yea an 8 yr old can't open a lock, ass), a claim that my daughter CHOKED her son and left bright red marks, also we are WITHHOLDING FOOD from her children because we believe they are too fat, including THEY AREN'T ALLOWED TO HAVE ICE CREAM. Seriously? Do they really include that shit in abuse reports? (My kids also aren't allowed to have video games, or watch more than an hour of TV, are WE NEGLECTING OUR KIDS?) So, the CPS agent says she has to talk to all four kids, we schedule for Monday and now I'm livid. I'm beyond pissed. I look at Mr. M and say "Do you have any idea how much I want to tell you to leave right now?" He responds, "I wouldn't." I'm beyond being able to see straight. Mr. M leaves to get the kids and I go to a friends and just cry.

When he returns we have to talk to each other. I tell him I am now refusing to be alone with his children. While we may get lucky with one report, I will simply not endanger my own kids by taking our chances with getting someone who gives a shit the next time she calls CPS. This throws a lot of plans into a cramp as Mr. M is consulting 5-6 days in another state in the following two weeks. Mr. M scrambles to find other plans, all while I feel like shit for causing problems.

We get through the weekend. We get through the interview with the kids. We tape it. The CPS agent says she finds the report to be unfounded. She makes remarks about throwing any other reports she makes into the trash. We get through the rest of the week. Mr. M picks up the kids from camp on Friday night and a call comes on the phone line from Our County. I know instinctively it's the cops. They then call Mr. M's cell phone and he tells them to come right on over. We have to tell the kids AGAIN that Psycho Mom has now called the cops on us and they are coming over to check on them. The kids do well with the cop. The cop reports that Psycho Mom wanted the kids checked on "because (we) are not normal people."

WHO THE FUCK DOES THAT TO THEIR OWN KIDS? How does a woman who purportedly gives a shit about her kids, and does everything in their best interests, send two people over to interrogate them about false allegations?

Oh, we aren't done yet. Now she has filed two petitions in court. She has royally fucked up this time, also filing a COMPLAINT AGAINST THE JUDGE. Why? Because the judge knows what she is and found her guilty on two counts of contempt last time and threw out all her petitions against Mr. M as completely false. And here she goes again, with false complaints. Of course now we are in jeapordy of having to get a new judge because of the complaint - in which case we will have to go through everything all over again as they won't know the history and what a fucking nutcase this bitch is. Psycho Mom is again requesting full custody, something she has lost again and again.

Filing a false report is a felony in VA, and I'm going after her. No one fucks with my kids. Ever.